I like pretty things, pretty people and to complain a lot!
MayaSonvico is my poetry blog...
When we were children you would hug me with your arms around my neck.
You smelt of something I can’t describe but it reminded me of home.
You made me feel safe and I didn’t want to let go and told you you were the best.
When you were happy you’d hug me with both arms wrapped around my waist.
You made a noise that I can’t describe but I now hear before I sleep.
You messed up my hair and I tried not to laugh and told you to let me go.
When I last saw you, you hugged me with only one arm.
You smiled that smile I can’t describe but I can see when I close my eyes.
You walked away and I waved goodbye and told you I’d see you in the future.
I genuinely feel like whenever we are out in public I just embarrass my family
Going back to uni tomorrow.
As much as I wanna see people,
and as much as I dislike this town,
I really don’t wanna leave home again.
I dreamt of you last night.
For some reason, your family wanted
us to spend time together.
And so we did.
On a pedalo.
And all of a sudden, we realised that nothing had changed and we were the same as a year ago and we loved each other.
I woke up happy.
Me and Rosiesaysrelax are having a nice sleepover just like the good ol’ days when we were kids. Love it!
Spent the day having a barbecue with the family for the anniversary of Dad’s death.
Was absolutely lovely (:
Can’t wait to live closer to them!
I’ve started to make a scrapbook out of old pictures and stuff from my memory box. So many ridiculously nostalgic moments already!
I miss the purple jumper
You always used to wear
I miss your suits
Your pointy boots
And the way you’d style your hair.
I miss your sense of humor
And the way you loved to joke
I miss your ties
And the quiet way you spoke.
I miss the way you’d sing to me
When I couldn’t sleep at night
You’d dry my tears
Dispel my fears
And make everything alright.